Their Daily Lives (2)
Long before Choi Hwayoung resolved to masturbate in earnest, her body had already kindled its own fire, fully primed and ready. Days had passed, yet her rosy lust showed no signs of waning. In the endless struggle against herself—could she hold out or not?—she was always the loser.
Having tasted the pleasure of sexual desire for the first time in over 110 years and some months, there was no way she could figure out how to suppress it after just a few days. They'd say if you taught animals to masturbate, they'd do it all day, skipping meals and sleep. She hadn't reached that extreme yet, but at least during her waking hours, her mind was constantly steeped in lewd thoughts.
Right now, Choi Hwayoung looked just like a girl in her prime who'd just discovered masturbation for the first time. She'd known about sex before, of course, but she'd never delved deeply into it. As a child, before losing her awakening ability, hunter life had been so exhilarating she had no time to look elsewhere.
After retiring, while learning pharmacology from her mother, she'd poured every moment into study and research. And from then until now, she simply lacked the stamina to indulge in something as secondary as sexual desire.
She'd spent decades in her Lakeside Pharmacy, venturing out maybe once a month, living a idle life. There was no energy left to spare for something as time- and stamina-intensive as masturbation.
On top of that, Choi Hwayoung had deliberately turned a blind eye to her own sexuality. Back in her childhood, when she still lived under the same roof as her parents, the noises echoing through the house every night had kept her from deep sleep.
The reason? Her parents' passionate lovemaking every evening. Even with doors closed, the sounds of their shared affection seeped into her room night after night. It was no wonder she'd grown up with chronic fatigue from such a young age.
That's why she'd consciously ignored any interest in sexual acts. What if awakening to lust turned her into like her parents, obsessed with coupling every day? Her mother had once said that elves before crossing the gates were inherently free of greed or desire, laid-back by nature.
But that was just the environment shaping them. Elves as a race weren't truly languid; the World Tree Forest they called home was a silent place devoid of entertainment, so their culture stagnated, and their easygoing, desireless demeanor was merely a habit forged to endure the boredom.
Elves who crossed through gates for survival fell swiftly to Earth's hedonistic pleasures. Sure, there were races like dwarves or dragonkin whose nature didn't shift much with their surroundings, but elves were different.
Some, like her mother, awakened to lust and spent their days in lewd bliss with human men. Others blew their looks-earned cash in casinos, addicted to gambling. Still others crafted allergy-suppressing drugs for animal products just to chase gourmet foods worldwide.
Of course, their beauty ensured they never starved, no matter how they lived. But in modern society, elves were seen as having one or two mental quirks, so ordinary folk preferred to keep entanglements short.
That's why, during her hunter days, she'd hidden her pointed ears behind thick hair. It didn't matter if she trusted someone; getting outed as a half-elf would just invite hassle.
Even with only half-elf blood. What if tasting sexual pleasure turned her into a lust-crazed monster like her mother? To avoid that, Choi Hwayoung had steered clear of such knowledge on purpose.
And now...
"Haa, ngh... haa..."
Just as she'd once feared, she was helplessly swept up in the belated whirlwind of lust crashing over her.
Ten days ago, the impulsive sex with her junior, Kim Sungcheol. Choi Hwayoung replayed those memories over and over, masturbating each day in slightly different ways.
One hand teasing a nipple while the other fingered her tight depths. Some days, both hands on her lower body, stimulating her clit and insides at once.
Once, she'd obsessively tormented both nipples, trying to climax from them alone. But no matter the method, she couldn't recapture that day's ecstasy.
The reason Choi Hwayoung threw herself into masturbation so fervently, despite it being mere relief? No orgasm, no matter how intense or multi-pointed, came close to the pleasure of sex with Kim Sungcheol—not even the foreplay.
They barely calmed her temporarily. She yearned to taste that peak again, just once: the orgasm crashing over her exhausted, finger-twitching body, strong enough to black her out from fatigue.
Clutching that longing, she pressed on with her focused fingering.
"Ngh, mmph, ha...!"
Squelch. Squelch. The sound of her narrow pussy gripping and sliding over her rigid fingers circled quietly under the covers.
Meanwhile, her right nipple rolled under the fingers of her other hand. Stimulating both spots at once for dual climaxes—a method she'd learned maximized pleasure over days of trial.
The ticklish nipple sensation sharpened into electric jolts gathering at her heart. Her G-spot, rubbed deep in her cramped channel, built a pre-orgasmic chill coiling at her waist.
Imagining the inevitable wave, Choi Hwayoung tensed her whole body.
"Hnnnggg...!!!"
Her face buried in the blanket, muffling a half-forced moan. With it, orgasmic bliss erupted from her nipple and core, flooding her entire body.
Her quivering nipple and pussy clenching tight around her intruding fingers proved she'd gone over the edge.
For a few seconds, lost in ecstatic rapture as pleasure coursed through her. But soon...
"Haa, haa, ha..."
As lust ebbed, energy drained from her limbs, followed by crushing regret.
"What the hell am I doing..."
It was all that junior Kim Sungcheol's fault for showing her something unnecessary. Without him, she could've lived her whole life ignorant of this bliss.
Having introduced her to it, he'd better take responsibility to the end. But first, he'd need to show up at her pharmacy with materials in hand.
...Honestly, she'd considered reaching out first. Her stock was running low sooner than expected; if he hurried with more, it might lead back to that day's act, slaking this burning lust naturally.
"...But I've got my pride."
Even knowing she had options, she hadn't called for a reason. Asking for materials early—before the regular deadline—would sound off. She knew it wouldn't fool anyone.
Worst case, he'd think the materials were an excuse, that she was after the 'payment in flesh' from before. It wouldn't even be wrong, but still, she didn't want to look like some lust-mad elf to Kim Sungcheol.
At her age, this level of desire felt perfectly reasonable. She recalled hearing the ideal sex frequency by age was like multiplication tables.
2 × 9 = 18. Twenties: 8 times in 10 days. 3 × 9 = 27. Thirties: 7 in 20 days. 4 × 9 = 36. Forties: 6 in 30 days...
Plugging in her age should give a ballpark. ...11 × 9 = 99. Ninety days: 9 times. Craving sex once every ten days wasn't weird at all.
She knew the formula was dubious but shoved aside the unease, counting down to delivery day in four days. Then she'd get answers on her regained ability—and how.
"...Hnnngh."
...Of course, first she'd deal with this damn lust.